Chapter 1830 Basement

"This is it!" Because he had detailed information and the eagle could fly freely, Jia Zhengjin easily found his target.

A luxurious building in Beicheng District is exactly what Old Man Moss said was the new home of the Mountain Clan, a fanatical believer.

Landing at the second floor window, I found the house empty.

Apparently all the mountain people work outside during the day and only come home from get off work at night.

He decisively dug a small hole near the window with a stone ax, got in, and began to explore the entire room.

After a while, I found a rather hidden basement entrance under the stairs on the first floor, blocked by many wine barrels.

Most people would not move so many full wine barrels to check. Jia Zhengjin used his small body to get in and successfully reached the wooden hatch door of the basement.

It is not surprising that most people have a basement in their home, but if the current owner of the house is a true believer, there must be something secret in the basement.

Knocking on the corner of the wooden hatch door, Jia Zhengjin carefully got in. The characteristics of the God of Darkness allow him to avoid dark images and clearly see the furnishings in the basement.

The outer layer of the basement is filled with messy wooden boxes and wine barrels, as well as some giant fruits and vegetables piled randomly.

However, Jia Zhengjin ignored these and quickly found a more secret door inside.

Drill a hole under the wooden door and go in, you will find a larger basement space with countless bookshelves arranged neatly and a huge stone statue at the front.

"That's right!" The names of these books all have contents related to gods when translated. And that huge stone statue that looks like a mountain tribe should be the so-called god, also known as the disaster!

Walking straight past the bookshelves, Jia Zhengjin quickly came to the statue and raised his head to look at the giant-like existence.

The statue looks dull and devoid of spirituality.

"Are you the god of this world? The existence known as disaster?" He seemed to be talking to himself, looking up at the stone sculpture.

Of course there was no reaction from the statue.

"Hey! If you are really a god, come out! You are a god. You should know that I do not belong to this world!" Jia Zhengjin reached out and tapped the left foot of the statue. "As a god of this world, in order to protect the rules, you must Destroy the invaders from another world! I'm here, come on!"

Still no response.

"Are you really a god?" Jia Zhengjin tapped the foot of the stone statue again, "Hey! If you really exist, you will definitely be able to confirm my existence through the statue. After all, this is a medium for condensing faith, and it is also a way for gods to observe the world. Way. Come out quickly, or I will tear down your statue!"

Jing Jing looked up at the statue, but there was still no reaction.

Jia Zhengjin frowned and thought, climbed to the statue, took out the stone spear, and attacked with all his strength.

The stone statue is quite strong. It may be a problem with the stone material, but the exquisite quality stone spear cannot penetrate it.

This is not a problem for Jia Zhengjin. Rock weapons cannot deal with it, and the stone pickaxe has no pressure.

Now use the materials in the virtual backpack to make a stone pickaxe: "If you don't come out, I will destroy your stone statue!"

Faced with Jia Zhengjin's threat, there was still no response.

Just when Jia Zhengjin was about to destroy the stone statue and force the gods to appear, the urgent cry of the Ling Diao suddenly sounded outside.

He asked Ling Diao to watch the wind on the roof,

Someone must have entered the house.

Isn’t it said that people from the Shan tribe work all day and only come back at night?

Jia Zhengjin hurriedly jumped down from the statue, looked left and right, and finally hid in a nearby bookshelf, got into the middle of two adjacent books, and observed quietly through the gap.

Not long after, there was a sound of rapid footsteps, and then the basement hatch was opened.

Then, a huge creature pushed open the door and entered.

It was a mountain tribe, his expression was quite nervous, and he kept looking around after coming in.

Jia Zhengjin didn't make a sound, lying on the bookshelf to hide and observe.

Shan Clan checked the entire basement room and walked past Jia Zhengjin's bookshelf several times. In the end, he didn't find Jia Zhengjin hiding in the gap between two books. His expression seemed to relax: "It's okay! It seems to be some nasty little thing." I accidentally broke in and looked for food. I guess I left now? I had to get some mouse traps to break my basement door!"

Jia Zhengjin stayed quietly and looked at the mountain clan through the gap.

After wandering around for a few times, the mountain tribe came to kneel down and worship in front of the stone statue, with a particularly serious expression: "Great God, it will take 177 days before I can meet you! I am really looking forward to this day."

177 days? Jia Zhengjin observed secretly, wondering in his heart, what does this mean?

After Shan Clan got up, he quickly walked to the entrance of the basement, repaired the holes in the wooden hatch and the wooden door of the secret room inside, locked it, and then came back and started rummaging around the corner.

What on earth is he doing?

Looking secretly at the giant, Jia Zhengjin couldn't understand his behavior at all.

The huge Shan Clan took out a strange-shaped dagger from the corner, turned around and placed it at the foot of the statue.

Then he left the basement and came in shortly after dragging an unknown animal.

For the Shan people, that animal was about the size of a pet cat, countless times larger than Jia Zhengjin.

It looks like a bird, but it has no wings, and its body is covered with down instead of feathers. In short, it looks weird and is dead!

The mountain tribe placed the corpse of this strange animal at the foot of the stone statue, and cut the corpse's neck with a dagger to bleed, causing the blood to fall on the strange marks at the foot of the stone statue.

The blood was quickly absorbed, and the marks flashed a strange red light, which disappeared in an instant.

The Shan tribe threw the corpse aside, lifted the sleeve of his left hand, and revealed an arm full of scars and very hideous.

He used a dagger to cut another cut between the scars, dripped his blood on the mark, and then bowed devoutly: "Great God! The energy of low-level creatures is far from enough, but I can only hunt these! Please wait patiently, although the energy is small, it can successfully wake you up by accumulating a little!"

After that, he knelt in front of the statue and bowed his head to recite a spell for a long time. I don’t know what it is. He mumbled like a mentally ill patient, completely ignoring the blood on his left hand.

This is exactly the evil god believer that Jia Zhengjin knows. The believers of the evil camp gods in the previous world also acted in a similar way.

This mountain tribe fanatic knelt in front of the statue for about forty minutes and chanted strange spells for more than forty minutes. After the strange symbol under the statue's feet glowed red and moved to a new position, he stood up and bowed again, then turned around and left the basement.

Jia Zhengjin waited until the mountain tribe left the basement and the footsteps disappeared from his ears, then he crawled out from the bookshelf, walked quickly to the front of the stone statue, and looked down at the strange symbols on the ground that he had not noticed before.

Even with the characteristics of the goddess of knowledge and sharing the language and writing of this world, he still couldn't recognize what these characters meant.